Spiky surface hairs,
characteristic of age—
humans are food too.
Ageing gracefully
Silent observer
The lake watches on
as we glare at its cold depths—
humans, passing clouds.
Seasonal wear
Bark as bold as brass,
the bald and the beautiful—
winter-cloaked gum tree.
Wishful
Wouldn’t world be better—
if the silver we pine for,
are gum trees only.
Wintervention
Fireball in the sky,
showering the world with sparks,
warm up for winter.
